As the storm of the century hit most of the country and everyone tried to stay warm, I baked. I have this silly idea that I could maybe become an owner of a bakery shop/book store. John and I loved talking about baking, especially homemade baked goods, and what made something beyond delicious. We also loved to talk books, what the author was thinking or what they meant by the story. I miss those talks greatly. Baking and reading are still very crucial to my everyday life, sure I don’t get to discuss those topics with him anymore, but I’m sure he’s watching my attempts at trying to be the next Paula Dean or Julia Childs. I think about how he hated the cold with such a passion and how we’d discuss our ideas of running off to some warm beach to live our lives as jewel thieves!! Kind of makes me wonder, what if we’d done just that—the running to the beach, not so much the jewel thievery. We were huge dreamers and we just wanted to live life with as much fun as possible, not to mention the crazy adventures. I can easily say that this past year, I’ve totally slacked on that former self. I miss that person and I didn’t even realize how I’d stop being that person. It’s moments like when I’ll find myself laughing loudly at something and my parents looking at me then at each other with a look of “what do we do, she’s laughing? Should we laugh too?” Or when I’m being silly and dancing around or pulling pranks on my family, they give each other looks of we haven’t seen this person in a long time and it’s nice to see she’s coming back. I feel my own personal winter storm is coming to an end, because I’m of being so sad.
Now, as for my beloved Texas, I hope Mother Nature is done. All this winter weather is kind of a drag. Boiling hot water to use for dishes, rolling blackouts, or being stuck indoors for several days gets old pretty quickly. To think when I first heard the news of the “impending doom” that would soon reach us, I giggled. I didn’t think it was anything to start stressing about, I figured a few days of miserable cold weather, which meant dressing in extra layers. When a fellow teacher was running around like Penny Henny advising us to make preparations (propane, water, etc) due to the winter storm that was headed our way, I thought, drraaaammmmaaattticc. I lived in a city for several years were school was not canceled unless over a certain number of accidents on the highway occurred and a there had to be more than a 1 foot of snow on the ground. So the news reports of weather being in the negatives, didn’t send me into a panic, I just made sure I had all my layers to go. The difference back in my home town is that they don’t have to experience this sort of weather on a regular basis, not to mention the unseen misfortune of power outages; so of course things went chaotic. But, I see our sun is back out today and many of the town locals are dealing with the aftermath of frozen pipes. So, I do hope Mr. Groundhog was right and spring is coming sooner or milder winter weather is headed our way. As for myself, I’m mentally preparing for an earlier spring. Stay warm my readers, peace and love always….
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